novelaction Chapter 535: Fight between Two Families (2)
Chapter 535: Fight between Two Families (2)
Yang Jianxing had half-closed his eyes. He noticed Zheng's father's actions through his narrow vision, and rolled off the sofa, shouting:
"What do you want to do!"
Father Zheng raised his hand and slammed it heavily on the armrest of the sofa. "As a father, I know Shuyuan's intentions best. She definitely wants to put the sofa at the end of the bed. You guys are young and strong, hurry up and move the sofa over here!"
His tone was very firm. The three siblings of the Yang family looked at each other, and no one dared to go against his words.
"Move the dressing table over to the window..."
"No, I'd rather move to the opposite side of the bed..."
"Put the small coffee table against the wall..."
"The bookcase is placed next to the small coffee table..."
Father Zheng's voice echoed in the bedroom. The three Yang siblings followed suit, moving things back and forth in the bedroom. The sweat on their backs soaked their clothes. Yang Jianxing gritted his teeth and lifted the leg of the small coffee table. His hand slipped and he fell to the ground. Father Zheng scolded him from the side:
"Young people nowadays are so vain. They're so poor after doing such a small job. Back then, we..."
Father Zheng's voice was buzzing in her ears, and Sister Yang complained in her heart: This old man looks like he has only two pounds of meat, but his lips are as thick as sausages, constantly opening and closing, like ripe purple eggplants in summer, squeezed together and desperately fighting for growth space.
"Sister..." Sister Yang leaned close to her ear, "I really can't do it anymore, please think of a way!"
The woman sighed heavily. "What solution?" She glared at Yang Jianxing and said, "It's all his fault! Zheng Shuyuan just asked him to go to the yard downstairs, but he flatly refused."
Yang Jianxing lowered his voice and retorted unconvincedly: "Why didn't you say you wanted to go to the yard downstairs?" He just wanted to take the initiative in the furnishings of the master bedroom to show that the Yang family was the owner of this villa. He didn't expect that after Zheng's father took action, the two sisters didn't dare to refute a word.
The man was also very depressed. The only motivation that kept him going was his date with the red-haired woman in the evening.
It wasn't until lunchtime that Father Zheng nodded in satisfaction, clapped his hands, and said, "Let's leave the master bedroom like this for now. We'll work on the other rooms this afternoon. Do you want to join us in discussing how to arrange them?"
"No, no, no!" The three siblings of the Yang family waved their hands at the same time.
"We have to go out and do something this afternoon," Sister Yang said, poking her husband's arm. The man immediately reacted and said, "Yes, yes, yes!"
Father Zheng's expression was intriguing. He turned to look at Second Sister Yang and Yang Jianxing, "Are you guys also in trouble?"
"It's true!" Yang Erjie assured sincerely. Yang Jianxing beside her was not to be outdone: "It's definitely not a coincidence, it's true!"
Father Zheng had achieved his goal. He glanced at Yang Jianxing with interest and said benevolently, "Okay. Shuyuan and I will talk to the movers about the remaining furniture in the room. You can all go and get busy this afternoon."
"Good good!"
"Thank you uncle!"
"Uncle has worked hard!"
The three siblings of the Yang family said with tears of gratitude.
This morning, the porters were very relaxed in the yard downstairs. Not only was there less work, but Zheng Shuyuan and Liu Fuxi had clear ideas and arranged things in advance. They only needed to follow the established procedures.
Compared to the exhausting and tiring work in the bedroom, there is a great sense of accomplishment in completing the work in the yard. The masters are drinking hot tea under the pavilion, and the breakfast shop owner is putting the food on the table.
Liu Fuxi patted the breakfast shop owner on the shoulder and said, "You get up in the early morning to sell breakfast, and then you start your own kitchen. Is it really that easy to make money in the restaurant business?"
"Hehe..." The breakfast shop owner touched his head, "It's all hard-earned money."
Liu Fuxi's gaze fell on the other person's dark eyelids, and his tone was filled with admiration. "Your willingness to endure hardship is rare."
The owner of the breakfast shop smiled slightly and said, "Actually, many people can endure hardship. I'm just lucky to have found a way to make money. Many people have energy but nowhere to use it."
The porter also chimed in, saying, "The work is tough this year. Many of our fellow workers are idle back home."
Liu Fuxi smiled and shook his head, pretending to threaten: "Aren't you afraid that I will lower your wages?"
"You are not that kind of people." The porter pointed at Zheng Shuyuan, "This girl looks kind-hearted. She will definitely not bully us."
Zheng Shuyuan, who was helping to set the dishes aside, stopped what she was doing. The woman received Liu Fuxi's signal, put her hands on her hips, and pretended to be angry and said, "That's not necessarily true."
The woman's eyes were wide open, and her eyebrows were raised in an exaggerated manner. Her expression had nothing to do with ferocity, but more like a cute troublemaker, making everyone laugh.
"What are you so happy about?" Zheng's father walked out of the door, followed by his aunt and her husband who were also happy, and the three siblings of the Yang family with gloomy faces.
Seeing the workers sitting on chairs to rest with a pile of delicious food in front of them, Yang Jianxing instantly got angry and shouted, "Who told you to eat here? Get out now!"
"It's me..." Zheng Shuyuan said softly.
Seeing his daughter so unconfident, Zheng's father felt his face burning. He turned to look at his future son-in-law, "What's wrong with eating here? Is there any need to be so angry? Or are you taking advantage of this and doing it on purpose for me to see?"
The muscles on Yang Jianxing's face twitched. Now even his qualification to criticize the porter was going to be deprived... It was so frustrating. The man clenched his back teeth tightly, as if he would show his claws and bite Zheng's father in the next second.
Seeing her brother's expression was not right, Yang Erjie immediately stood up to defend him and said, "Shuyuan, don't the masters usually go out to eat by themselves? Why are they eating in the yard today?"
"No," Zheng Shuyuan explained, "It's inconvenient to eat nearby, so I've been having it delivered to my home lately."
Hearing this, Zheng's father's expression became even more disdainful, and he asked coldly: "How long has it been since you came to help? You don't even know where the master eats."
The three siblings of the Yang family looked extremely ugly, the air seemed to freeze, and a breeze blew by, causing the plastic bags containing food to rustle.
"I brought your food too," the breakfast shop owner hurriedly took out the insulated box, "where do you want to eat it?"
Father Zheng sighed softly, turned around and walked into the house, "Eat in the living room."
Zheng Shuyuan walked to Yang Jianxing's side and said, "Jianxing, are you tired..."
"Don't bother me!" The man hit her hard with his elbow. The woman hissed and her face looked very painful.
"What are you doing!" Liu Fuxi rushed forward and swung his fist as big as a brick.